Can I tell you everything?
All I ever wanted was to be interesting.
You say you don't mind, riddle me one more time.
I'm boring, no fun at all.
I've put my head right through the wall.
I try to make myself feel; no luck this time,
I'll try again next year

I've led myself to believe the world has turned its back on me.
How's that for comforting?
I just want to be interesting.
Sorry if you don't see me as much as you deem necessary.
You say you're there for your friends;
did you lie or just pretend?
I never wanted sympathy, just wanted to be something

I've led myself to believe the world has turned its back on me.
How's that for comforting?
I just want to be interesting.